It’s raining, not a torrent but steady.  Holding an umbrella would be a natural choice.  But not the only one.

How about letting the hair get really wet, with drops falling into the eyes?  How about tilting the head upwards a bit rather than the protection of down? And no hood.

Why not?

I figure my skin is drip dry and the temperature is 13 degrees Celsius, so hypothermia is out of the question.  So let’s get wet.

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Now consider the words we use.  Are we pretty ordered, with a nice sprinkling of nouns, verbs and adjectives, not to mention correct punctuation? Or are we willing to be loose in the vowels … with words bubbling up from the unknown and spilling into the world? Far more poetry than prose, far more airy than solid.

What will people think of me if I just flow in the speaking, if I don’t make a lot of sense, if I throw in four adjectives in a row … just for fun?

Who cares?

Speaking of which … I’m sitting here with my Ritchie Lemon and Ginger feeling so light, buoyant, porous, not here. (Ahh … that felt good)

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Today I’m going to roam down a few Ghent streets that are new to me, without Google Maps. Ordinary, extraordinary – doesn’t matter. I’m going to walk into a café that the tourism office has never heard of and drink a beer that I’ve never heard of. Perhaps I’ll even say nonsensical things to the bartender.

Just ’cause